Many's the time I've wondered who was the first lunatic to look at a Maine lobster and think, "Yum, doesn't that look tasty?!?"
Actually, I've not eaten escargot since the last time I was in Paris. I can take 'em or leave 'em but lobster I would kill for. Or the equally unappetizing-looking Dungeness crab.
Paris through the centuries has been through so many sieges, famines and plagues that somewhere along the way, the Parisians, notorious 'foodies' that they are, developed a taste for ... horse.
No, I'm not kidding. It's still common in butcher's shops but only the odd brasserie serves it now. But if you eat a gyros from a street vendor in Paris today (or elsewhere in France for that matter), it probably will be made from horse meat.
Yes, I've eaten gyros in Paris.
It was delicious.
But I didn't know it was horse when I ate it.
But I'll make a point of having another ... if I ever go back.
LOL, they eat frogs for gods sake...